Meanwhile, the psych caravan which was heading on route through the desert towards the black city, reaches a situation in which they run out of fuel and begin refuelling in the middle of the sandy road. While Oweyn remains idle within the cage, noises of them working could be heard in order. "I can't believe it, I swear, I've had four buckets of petrol stored in the vehicles, now it's all gone again." said the psych. "Four buckets doesn't leave you parched in the middle of the road you dipshit! now pick up the pedal, we move onto north." said Captain Psych. "But the last one, I haven't.." said the psych before getting interrupted by Captain Psych. "You listen to me you little weasel, you do as I say, and I say to go ahead, get the caravan to move, it hardly matters if the last vehicl

